The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 115

So, I tried to be content with my position as a sex partner. But I couldn’t stop the empty sensation that washed over me after we were intimate, as if the sand I had barely been clutching in my hand had all slipped away.

What was funny was that even that shallow relationship gave me a sense of stability. At his apartment, I fell asleep easily without having to take a sleep aid. Even the relationship with a boss who worked me to death at the company and only satisfied his desires on weekends was a “relationship” to me.

I finished my appointment with Chief Song as if checking off a chore during the lunch hour, and on Saturday, I went to his apartment quietly, just as Prosecutor Joo had instructed. I pressed the doorbell out of habit and looked up at him as he welcomed me. The door behind me closed with a heavy thud, and our lips overlapped before I had even taken off my shoes.

We tangled our bodies together until the sun went down. The relationship, which had been overwhelmed by painful sensations at first, gradually became easier to adapt to as we continued. Now, I often found myself soaked in pleasure. I had learned many things from Prosecutor Joo, but I wasn’t as good at this as I was at studying or working.

In particular, the position where I rode on top of him was one I simply couldn’t get right. Dissatisfied, he would strike my backside until it was swollen red, driving me forward, but my skill didn’t improve even then.

“H-huut, uung….”

Sometimes I would try moving by sitting back as if to swallow the full length of something that was always a burden to take, and other times I would lie prone in his arms, lifting and dropping my hips to suck on his sex organ, but Prosecutor Joo was not satisfied with either.

I pressed my hands against his firm chest, struggling to lift my upper body. Because his size was so massive, just sitting on him was overwhelming. Looking down from above, I could see Prosecutor Joo’s refined features well, but he still didn’t seem satisfied.

“I told you to probe the places Mr. Lee Chaeha likes.”

Prosecutor Joo would scold me in a leisurely tone, striking my hips or thighs whenever my movements slowed down or became clumsy. The thin skin stung as it met his firm palm.

I tried to pick up the speed, but it wasn’t easy to move on my own when just containing him was a burden. I awkwardly rocked my hips back and forth, stopping several times to let out my rising breaths.

Eventually, the words I hated to hear came out of Prosecutor Joo’s mouth.

“This won’t do. Since your mouth down there can’t do its job properly, I’ll finish in your mouth at the end.”

“Th-that… Huut….”

“You’ve only gotten better at crying when I stick it in; other than that, you’re a complete zero.”

His firm hands grabbed my wrists, pulling me to lie prone on his chest, and he grasped both my cheeks, pulling them apart to drive himself in deeply. It was one of the positions where I felt the most, so I dropped my head limply next to his face, my back trembling faintly. I wanted to hold him, so I wrapped my hands around his broad shoulders to cling to him, but his firm grip pulled me away. Prosecutor Joo grabbed both my arms, forcing them behind my back, and pinned them. It was a position where it was difficult to steady myself or find balance.

As soon as I took a shallow breath, he began thrusting into my already mushy, liquefied interior. There was so much of his semen piled up inside that he slipped in even deeper than at the start. Since he had both my hands pinned, I could do nothing but lie there limply and moan.

“A-aung, uut… Ah!”

“Ha, you suck better and better as time goes on.”

Prosecutor Joo also seemed excited, pushing his swelling sex organ in to the very end. He didn’t spare me, driving his hips to stimulate my cramped interior.

Every time I was helplessly shaken, my own part rubbed against his firm stomach. I felt like I was already about to climax. Even though I had already done so several times before. However, I was embarrassed to climax on his body, so I gritted my teeth, enduring it again and again. The sex drive I had forcibly locked away crawled hotly over my skin.

His thick pillar broke through my narrowing inner walls again and again, and the blunt head of his organ slammed into the sensitive mucosa. Every time he thrust his hips, white semen flowed from the junction with a sticky sound.

“Huut, uut….”

I felt like I was going insane with pleasure, so I tried to struggle against the arms he was pressing down behind my back, but no permission was granted. With no other choice, I barely lifted my head and buried my saliva-dampened lips into his broad shoulder. I couldn’t bring myself to bite him, so I just rubbed my lips against his skin, letting out weeping sounds.

Prosecutor Joo wasn’t just violent. His movements were rough, yet sometimes so deep and lingering that I found it hard to keep my mouth shut. Tears I couldn’t manage to hold back began to wet my eyelashes and stream down my cheeks.

“…Uuuung, ah… Huut….”

Because the head of his organ was rummaging so deep inside, semen gushed out even more between the junction. Thanks to that, every time Prosecutor Joo thrust his hips, the sound of wet flesh colliding echoed loudly through the bedroom.

I could clearly picture the scene: my tightly gripped, wide-open entrance glistening, wet with white liquid. Because Prosecutor Joo had frequently made me check in the mirror placed in the bedroom, I could imagine the sight without much difficulty now.

The movement thrusting me upward became a bit heavier.

“Ah, no… Huut….”

I couldn’t handle the pleasure and weakly thrashed my body, but he gave me no gap to escape. His strict grip held my hands—collected behind my back—even tighter, keeping me in check. Now, my only given options were to feel as Prosecutor Joo shook and probed me, and to struggle to swallow the massive sex organ that felt like it would split my body in two.

He used his free hand to grab my hair, lifting the head that had been buried in his shoulder. He looked at my mouth, hanging open and stringing with saliva. His shoulder was already covered in the saliva I had been dripping.

Prosecutor Joo, continuing to thrust into me while I lay prone on his chest, stuck out his tongue to lick up the falling saliva and sucked on my lips. Then, as if coaxing me, he said:

“Don’t clench so hard, just loosen up. You’re going to snap me in half.”

“Huut… Uung, ung…. I can’t… hold… it, Prosecutor….”

This was my limit. I felt like I was about to spill my semen onto his body, and I wanted to escape somehow.

“The, hik… at least the position… ah… change it….”

On the days I was held by him, I reached my peak so many times throughout the day that my body didn’t feel like my own anymore. Now, I even felt like my hips were going numb and being crushed. It felt like I was losing all sensation, yet the shape of his organ rubbing against my inner walls felt terrifyingly vivid. Every thick vein of it.

“I’ll finish in the place you like, so, ha, just hold on a little longer.”

Prosecutor Joo, uncharacteristically, coaxed me, holding onto my thrashing body and pushing me toward the climax. I remained with my hands behind my back, submissive to his grip, screaming and moaning like a madman. He now used his remaining hand to grab my hips, moving them as he drove himself in even deeper, with force.

“…A-uung, huut, ah….”

A convulsion ran through my pale-white toes.

The desire to escape surged again, but Prosecutor Joo drove me to my limit. My hips, sensitized by the stimulation, trembled violently.

The organ that had been driving in and out, probing my interior soaked with all sorts of fluids, suddenly settled in the deepest part and stopped. It was a depth that felt suffocating. It was the point that felt like it would split my entire body in two and break me down. The moment I threw my head back in surprise, his semen began to pour into that spot.

While I was out of my mind, trembling at the liquid wetting my sensitive interior, my vision blinked white and black stars flickered. I couldn’t hold back any longer. The moment my entire body shook in a spasm, my own semen dripped out in long strands. Traces of it spread across Prosecutor Joo’s stomach—the very place I had so desperately wanted to avoid.

“Ah… ah….”

My cheeks were soaked with tears that had streamed down my already wet eyelashes.

“Haa… fuck….”

He had been in the middle of ejaculating, but when he saw my face, he seemed to grow excited again and began to move. Even while climaxing, his organ remained incredibly hard. He thrust his organ in short bursts, repeatedly stretching open my inner walls as they trembled from my own climax. My tender mucosa, stimulated for hours, trembled embarrassingly as it greedily sucked on the organ filling its interior.

His hot tongue swept across my lips again, where I was still panting with my mouth open, saliva stringing down. That too was a stimulation that made my whole body flinch. His thick fingers dug between our two bodies, checking the semen I had spilled onto his stomach.

“You climax well even without me touching you now.”